Citing a stark miscommunication for all involved, local man Harold McKenzie was talking to a friend when he accidentally turned his head to face a group of hoodlums walking past in the opposite direction and said that he “burned those down years ago”, referencing some candles he got for Christmas a few years before, not realizing that the group of people he was accidentally also addressing had all of their favorite hangouts burned down by rival gangs.
“I was shocked to discover that these strange men had suddenly become interested in my candle story,” says McKenzie. “But when they started breaking all of my bones, I realized that I had made a mistake. It’s just one of those things, I suppose!”
“…when they started breaking all of my bones, I realized that I had made a mistake.” — Harold McKenzie
After McKenzie was taken to the hospital, his usual cheery attitude was somewhat diminished as he let out a long, painful sigh: “I hate Mondays.”